It was shite!

I didn't think I would meet anyone today. I just had to go to the office for a meeting and I am normally not very social on the bus. So the plan was to stay home, hop on the bus, hit the meeting, and head back home.

Getting on the bus however, this guy in front of me asked the bus driver for directions, mumbling something about a museum. His accent was really thick and he didn't quite know where he wanted to go so I tried to interpret, injecting with "anthropology museum?"

That wasn't it. All I got for a response was a confused expression and look towards his friend who had already sat down. On cue his friend started digging around in his pocked. Sitting near them I wondered if they were tourists or just new. I mean they fit right in with vancouver, plastering the brand northface and a bright blue tooke. After searching every pocket (north face jackets really come with way to many pockets), he finally found the paper with a map that required a little deciphering.

It turned out they didn't need to get on the bus at all, but fortunately the next stop was close enough that it didn't really affect them. I gave them easy directions that would give them a nice walk along the beach and let them explore a bit.

"Is it worth it?" He asked and I realized they were actually speaking English the whole time, but their Scottish brood was so thick they barely understood me and me them! I had honestly never been to that museum, but told them the walk would provide amazing views.

As they got off, the bus driver, who overheard our conversation, wished them luck and warned them the museum was small. He suggested the Anthropology museum but they had already stepped off the bus. Heading to my meeting, I wondered if I had directed them wrong and should have sent them to the anthropology museum instead.

Now usually, in these moments you never find out what happens. You wish your stranger well and never think about again. Except perhaps, like myself spend a moment wondering if you had given the wrong advice or confusing directions.

I went to my meeting an it went well. Walking home proud of myself after picking up a few groceries, I passed the bus stop across the street from where I met the two men. I recognized a certain blue tooke. To my amazement there were the two northface jackets. "How was the museum?" I asked walking up to the two men waiting for the bus once again.

"Small." The thicker accented bloke said. "It was shite!" His friend added with a shrug. So my guidance was indeed wrong. I felt bad, but they seemed to be having a nice time in Vancouver. They told me they come from a village in Scotland of only 1000 people and were experiencing some pretty extreme shock just from the size of Vancouver, which is not what I would call an especially large city. "But we did like Stanley park" and that blue tooke advertised grouse mountain so they seemed to be enjoying their adventure.

The two Scots back home on Thursday. I hope tomorrow provides them a better adventure than today's small museums.